pafp but I'm losing my mind - apprentice training

[milkthorn.]

Back written and very late! Please wait for @dimmingsun . But no need to wait for @Lakepaw. Apprentice tag!//

He was nervous, his head lifting as Mousebreeze told him Dimmingsun needed him. What for, he really didn't know. And he wasn't sure he wanted to know, in all reality. But, if it was a punishment, wouldn't it make sense that Sunstar would be requesting his presence? Was his anxiety over the recent events just overthought? "Come, Lakepaw. Well go hunting later," he instructed, his voice not missing a beat as he dipped his head in thanks towards the other warrior.

He really wasn't sure what to expect, and as he stood up, his paws felt heavier than they ever had before. Though his blue eyes showed no expression, his tattered ears tilted forward as he moved where Mousebreeze instructed him to meet Dimmingsun.

A few apprentices were there in the sandpit of the training grounds, and he suddenly realized that it was only training session for the apprentices. Of course, that fully made sense now. And it seemed his anxiety instantly washed away. "I'm here," he rumbled, dipping his head in respect to the lead warrior. "What do you have planned?"

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[dimmingsun]

A quick training session couldn't hurt — that's what Dimmingsun tells himself anyhow, even as he temporarily leaves the guarding of the nursery to whoever else had been close enough for him to call over. He needs to stretch his muscles; to use his limbs for something other than sitting around. Lazy has never been an accurate descriptor for Dimmingsun. It would not become one now.

"I thought we could teach this lot-" A tail swishes through the air to indicate he means the gathered 'paws, "- how to fight properly. Show 'em how it's really done." It is innocent enough. It makes total sense, as much as it does for Dimmingsun to get rid of all the excess frustration and built-up energy.

Dimmingsun makes certain not to narrow his eye as he regards Milkthorn. His disdain would be too obvious then... in reality, he is not certain where to put this particular feline. Milkthorn had been adamant about standing his ground and protecting Bluefrost's honor... for what reason, Dimmingsun does not know. The words spewed in opposition to Sootspot (and Sunstar himself) had been full of honor and all that, but all of it is a waste when he thinks of Bluefrost's betrayal. Protection is best left for those who deserve it.

Milkthorn had argued for change... but so does Dimmingsun. He hopes for a future that contains loyalty within WindClan's ranks, not the startling lack of it.

He would not hurt a Clanmate; in the end, Milkthorn had been all bark and no bite, thanks to the abrupt end to that scene. There is simply a need to enforce Dimmingsun's own air of authority... still, he gives Milkthorn the option to choose. "What do you say?"
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[milkthorn.]

Fortunately, Milkthorn was quick to wash away his worry as he listened to Dimmingsun. He knew and understood the other toms position, and would respect that to no end. He had not expected his opinion to matter, he would place himself carefully on the scene a foxlength or two from the other. But there was a small head tilt that was quickly washed away with a flick of his ear as Dimmingsun asked him what he wanted, if he wanted to. "That sounds like a good idea, Dimmingsun," he would respond with a curt nod.

He was wary of this whole mentor jazz- he was new to it, and had questions lingering on his mind as to why- it was seen as a great feat to gain an apprentice, wasnt it? But he felt undeserving, and even so now. But there before him was Lakepaw, and for some odd reason, the lead warrior wanted Milkthorn of all cats to assist. It was simply insecurities, he would think, rolling his shoulders.

When had he started to feel so.. distant from his clan? So uncomfortable? And a small realization was that he was always a little indifferent, wasnt he? But he was born here. He loved his clan to no end, and though others may stray across the borders, his paws remained firm- as they did now as he seemed to plant himself. "You go ahead," he offered, his voice lacking the confidence. But he was better at playing the defensive, anyways.

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